Under the crushing force of Ethan's strike, the Mountain God stumbled back a full step before finally managing to steady itself.
The ground groaned beneath its weight, sending up a thick cloud of dust and debris.
The scene was nothing short of jaw-dropping.
"The Mountain God... actually got knocked back?!"
The Xenobeasts' savage eyes went wide, stunned disbelief etched across their faces. That towering figure wasn't just a creature to them—it was a symbol of divine power. Their faith, their god.
And now, it had been forced to retreat.
The Mountain God itself was clearly pissed. To it, Ethan was no more than an insect—something to be squashed without effort.
Yet that "insect" had just landed a blow strong enough to shake its massive frame.
With a low growl, the Mountain God began gathering energy again. The runes along its arm flared to life, golden light pulsing as it prepared to strike back and reclaim its pride.
But as it raised its hand—Ethan was gone.
